Where Have I been? Where am I going?
So, yeah, I haven’t written in a long time. Has anyone missed me? Probably not. But I am hoping the time between the last entry and now has made someone wonder if:
1) she has been battling a survivable, yet dramatic illness
2) been on a whirlwind book tour with her unpublished book (Kinko’s is just around the corner)
3) Been hopped up on Vitamin L and lost interest in peripheral life happenings
If you guessed L, you are a winner, though I am too medically laissez-faire to send you a prize.
Seeing that I am a writer and an Alea, I am prone to blue periods. Nothing fancy—no thoughts of ending my world or taking out an Amish community, just the usual middle-class, suburban housewife blue.
So I was put on Lexapro (why so familiar? Think Anna Nicole’s son mixing it with methadone and not waking up). So now I am so much better. No ups and downs, just sort of skimming on the ice on my butt—-somewhere in the middle of emotions. It isn't like what Botox does to forehead lines where the woman can’t make a real emotive expression, it is more just an easing of anxiety. However, I have now noticed that I am more relaxed and at the same time less driven. I have nothing out at publishers at the moment, though I have plenty to send. I sleep a lot. I haven’t exercised in eons and I am not obsessing about writing as much as I usually do. Mix that into the tasks that I rarely did anyway, such as cleaning the house, and one can imagine what hell looks like by peeking in my oven.
So is this medication a good or bad solution? There have been recent articles (New York Times, maybe?) about how medication is robbing us of our Picassos and Van Goghs (lest I brag). Obsession and drive may destroy families, but it does inspire Simon and Garfunkel to write Starry-Starry Night.
My conclusion is that Vitamin L is perfect for those with children, bad for single artists who will die for their work.
So if I don’t write as often, it isn’t because I have nothing to say or that I am down and out or even sick in the head, I am just drifting around my messy house glad to be on vacation.
1) she has been battling a survivable, yet dramatic illness
2) been on a whirlwind book tour with her unpublished book (Kinko’s is just around the corner)
3) Been hopped up on Vitamin L and lost interest in peripheral life happenings
If you guessed L, you are a winner, though I am too medically laissez-faire to send you a prize.
Seeing that I am a writer and an Alea, I am prone to blue periods. Nothing fancy—no thoughts of ending my world or taking out an Amish community, just the usual middle-class, suburban housewife blue.
So I was put on Lexapro (why so familiar? Think Anna Nicole’s son mixing it with methadone and not waking up). So now I am so much better. No ups and downs, just sort of skimming on the ice on my butt—-somewhere in the middle of emotions. It isn't like what Botox does to forehead lines where the woman can’t make a real emotive expression, it is more just an easing of anxiety. However, I have now noticed that I am more relaxed and at the same time less driven. I have nothing out at publishers at the moment, though I have plenty to send. I sleep a lot. I haven’t exercised in eons and I am not obsessing about writing as much as I usually do. Mix that into the tasks that I rarely did anyway, such as cleaning the house, and one can imagine what hell looks like by peeking in my oven.
So is this medication a good or bad solution? There have been recent articles (New York Times, maybe?) about how medication is robbing us of our Picassos and Van Goghs (lest I brag). Obsession and drive may destroy families, but it does inspire Simon and Garfunkel to write Starry-Starry Night.
My conclusion is that Vitamin L is perfect for those with children, bad for single artists who will die for their work.
So if I don’t write as often, it isn’t because I have nothing to say or that I am down and out or even sick in the head, I am just drifting around my messy house glad to be on vacation.
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